Time to start a talk

Posted by Graeme Davidson on January 15, 2008

It is probably best that I now start telling people something and maybe even keep you all up-to-date with my shenanigans in London.   Seeing as most of my workmates are based in beautiful Glasgow, I will endeavour to tell my stories…and keep some of them secret about what happens to a singleton in London.

Certainly there are many stories that I could start telling.  

Although most of them would have to be edited by my good self.  Maybe I should start with a heart-warming story about what I did at the weekend there, seeing as it was a pretty quiet one which mostly consisted of catching up on a lot of reading (I recently bought Bobby George’s autobiography and want to learn the secret to his success and where he learned to play darts with such elegance; plus I have bought the God Delusion by Richard Dawkins which appeals to the cynic within me).  Firstly, there was Friday night which was full of fun - I went to visit a friend in the Edinboro Castle in Camden who was there with his new girlfriend.  Three’s a crowd, springs to mind.   So I left and went home to drink a bottle of red.

So Saturday was a day of recovery and football.   Watching it, that is.  Really nothing else to report on the weekend except that Sunday was lovely and I had a great time reading all that I can.    A broken heart can take time to repair!   Yes, I miss my cat.   And she misses me.  Oh Mamma Mia!